The Night:
"Woe to him whose heart is filled with bitter rue and who drowns in grief"

In the silence of the night I loose myself,
it makes me drunken with its sweet blue sound.

In the drunk'ness of solitude
I fear no more the solemn realms of death
No single sigh from my lips as I drink the wine of bitterness
My heart is aching nevermore
for I know that all may end
Just I and the poetry of the night
Now forever one....

Just I and the poetry of the night, now forever one,
The ensemble of silence plays so beautiful for me...